Hotel De La Gorda

Chapter 1

The Robinsons from Surrey were your average family. Dad, Dave, 46 and Mum, Marie, 44, had been married for twenty years. They first met in the queue for a burger van at Reading Festival while waiting for the Stereophonics to play. Their daughter, April, was born nine months later in April 2001. They named her after the character from the Turtles. Their first son, Michael, came nine months after their wedding in 2005. The family was complete when their little bundle of surprise, Jakey, arrived in 2010. They lived in a nice but standard three bed semi in Guildford, with Dave commuting into London five days a week to perform his job as an insurance underwriter. Mum, Marie, worked as a teacher at the local pre-school, and all three children happily attended the local Christ’s College for many years, though April and Michael had now finished and moved on to further studies.

They were a happy lower middle class family who liked nothing more than their annual summer holiday to Spain. For the last few years though, they had to forgo this one joy, as they had been forced into tightening their belts due to brexit, covid, and the general state of the faltering British economy. After several years of saving; April, Michael, and Jakey, were thrilled to hear in March, 2025, that they would once more be returning to their favourite hotel in Marbella that summer: Hotel de la Gorda. “Time to loosen the belt and head back to Spain,” Dave happily declared over Sunday dinner to the whole family.

The family had been to the same hotel three times previously, in 2015, 2016, and 2017. Where they had many happy memories of the pool, games room, bar, restaurants, and buffet. They would once more be staying full board at the all inclusive hotel. Dad, Dave, explained that he had received a bonus from work due to his discovery that a fire at a local Turkish restaurant was indeed not only arson but a blazen attempt by the owner to defraud the company of nearly three quarters of a million pounds. So, thanks to a little bit of economic planning and a lot of idiocy from a man called Tariq, (who didn't seem to know that gas explosions aren’t caused by gasoline), the Robinson family were once more off to Spain.

Michael and Jakey, in particular, were thrilled to discover that the family had even been treated to business class seats. As such they didn’t only receive much more arm room on the plane but were also granted entry into the British Airways lounge at Terminal 5.

Not used to this more luxurious version of travelling; the whole family took full advantage of the benefits package on offer. Mum, Dad, and April, really went to town at the help yourself cocktail bar, and Michael despite being over eighteen and enjoying a few beers, filled his boots with his younger brother at the all you can eat buffet.

The selection wasn’t great, and there were a lot of salad options, but they still successfully managed to fill their faces on so much pasta, quiche, and spiceless chicken curry, that they needed to ask for seatbelt extenders soon after boarding. They sat proudly alongside their tipsy Mum and Dad on the first row. April, the only Robinson who did not require an extender, was on the row behind with her new boyfriend Pete. Also drunk, they gossiped for the entire duration of the flight about how the rest of the family may struggle in the projected forty degree celsius heat wave over the coming fortnight.

The family landed at Hotel de la Gorda at 11 pm and were disappointed to discover that the buffet had just closed for the night, so they headed straight for the outdoor bar. There they ordered a round of drinks for everyone including Jakey, (it’s an unwritten rule in Britain that 15 years olds are allowed to drink alcohol when on holiday), and for a simple twenty euro tip were granted the right to order from the bar snack menu despite the fact that the kitchen had technically shut ten minutes earlier.

In that manner they started their first two week holiday in four years in the way that they meant to continue; surrounded by pints of cheap beer and hastily made cheeseburgers. They finally went to bed just after 3 am.



Michael groaned and yawned as he clambered out of bed to see who was banging on the door. He already regretted forgetting to hang the ‘do not disturb’ sign before going to bed. Fucking housekeeping, he thought to himself. He opened the door and his father barged in, full of more energy than was required at only 10.45 in the morning.

Why couldn’t they be allowed to sleep in?

Dave greeted his eldest son with a jovial, “Good morning!” and went straight over to the far bed in order to wake his still sleeping youngest. “Jakey, Jakey! Wake up, it’s time for breakfast!” his Dad declared. Jakey opened one eye and went to pull the covers back over his face when a dawn of realisation crept over him as he remembered where he was.

“They shut in only an hour and fifteen minutes boys! Come on, we’ve gotta get down there!”

“Where are April and Mum?” Michael asked, forgetting about Pete’s existence.

“They went down over half an hour ago,” Dave replied.

Michael went over to his suitcase and grabbed the first t-shirt he could find. Jakey just put on a pair of loose board shorts. “No swimwear in the restaurant,” his Dad reminded him. Jakey groaned. He had forgotten. He was only eleven the last time they had been here. He huffed and puffed as he squeezed into a tight pair of hand-me-down shorts, and still had to be told by his father that he needed a t-shirt as he went to leave the room topless.

“This is a classy place,” his Dad told him, “No visible overhangs in the restaurant,” he joked, as he gave his son a friendly poke in the tummy. Jakey just rolled his eyes.

Any resemblance of tiredness left the three male Robinson’s as they entered the breakfast buffet and were greeted with the smell of freshly cooking omelettes. They joined the queue of other hungry holiday makers and waited for their first course before even bothering to find out where Marie, April, and Pete were sitting.

The omelettes were cooked to order by Manuel, who was proud to tell them that they were traditional Catalan style from his hometown. Made with potato, onions, and a choice of three or four eggs, they were rich and thick and fluffy. All three went with the chorizo, grated cheese, and bacon. Jakey, who was last in line, asked if it was possible to have five eggs. Manuel gave the young lad’s bulging belly a quick glance and said; “Sure, I guess so.” Dave and Michael looked down at their own plates in disappointment.

A subconscious sense of male competition somewhere within them, Dave and Michael, went past the yoghurt counter on their way to the table and helped themselves to two almost overflowing bowls. Jakey looked at these with jealous anger when they joined him and the rest of the family at the table.

“Morning boys,” Mum said.

April and Pete didn’t offer any greeting; they were too busy already arguing about what trips they wanted to take. After a few mouthfuls Michael inserted himself into their conversation:

“I don’t wanna go anywhere, I’m quite happy to just chill here all holiday.” His parents nodded in agreement and relief. They also just wanted to relax.

“What about you Jakey? Do you want to come on any trips with us?” His older sister asked.

“Alhambra is supposed to be amazing!” Pete added.

“What’s that? Jakey asked.

“It’s one of the most famous articles of Moorish architecture in Andalucia,” Pete explained.

Jakey rolled his eyes, he couldn’t imagine anything more boring. “There’s plenty of moorish articles here,” he joked with a hungry smile as he got up to fetch himself a second five egg omelette.

“Ain’t that the truth!” His Dad said, as the rest of the family, except April and Pete, also rose to help themselves to a second or third serving.

Alone at the table, Pete turned to April; “How do you put up with these oafish louts?”

“That’s my family you’re talking about,” she reminded him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but all they seem to want to do is eat and drink.”

“That is all they want to do. There’s no point in trying to persuade them to do anything else. I’d be surprised if they even leave the hotel grounds. It’s always the same when we go all inclusive. Dad will insist on getting his money’s worth.”

“Well I think he’s definitely going to do that,” Pete whispered in her ear, as Dave made his way back to the table carrying an overloaded plate of eggs, bacon, sausages, and beans.

Five or six plates down each, the family agreed to return to their rooms in order to change and meet back at the swimming pool.



Belly straining, Jakey, couldn’t wait to get out of his tight fitting hand-me-downs, and back into the loose fitting board shorts. He pulled on the red pair of double xl’s and flopped down on his bed in relief, full belly bouncing as he did so.

Michael came out of the bathroom, grunting and groaning, sweat already running down his forehead despite the air conditioning. He was pulling at his own pair of blue board shorts that he was struggling to get up over his arse.

“Are you sure yours aren’t the blue ones?” he asked.

“Nope, I remember clearly telling Mum that I wanted red.”

“Yeah, but, that don’t mean she didn’t forget and buy the wrong ones. What size are those you’ve got on?”

“I dunno.” Jakey lied.

“Let me look.” Michael walked with a funny wobble as his board shorts clung so tightly to his thighs that he couldn’t move freely. Jakey laughed at the state of him, left hand fighting to hold the swimwear up as they dug painfully into his heavy jutted out belly.

He stopped laughing when his brother grabbed hold of him and fought to turn him over in order to inspect the label in the back of the red board shorts. Jakey fought and yelled but eventually had to submit to his stronger older brother. As Michael reached down into the board shorts, his hand grazing the top of his younger brother’s arse crack, Jakey got a final snidey remark in:

“I heard you like looking at my fat ass!”

“Shurrup!” Michael told him.

“That’s what everyone at school says, they say you’re a right bummer boy!”

“Shurrup, I said!”

Jakey fell silent as he saw Michael clenching his fist.

“What the fuck! These are mine!” Michael yelled.

“No they’re not! They’re mine. The red ones are mine!”

“They’re double XL! These I’ve got on are only XL! No wonder they don’t fit me! Get ‘em off!”

“No, they’re mine!”

“But, I’m bigger than you!”

“Well, you’re taller, but I’m not sure you’re bigger! I also need double XL!”

“Well then you should’ve got Mum to buy you the right size!”

“They were the right size three weeks ago!” Jakey finally admitted the truth.

Michael sighed, “Then they are mine! You can’t just take my things because you’ve outgrown your own!”

“Yes, I can!” Jakey declared, as he deftly denied his size and slipped out from under Michael before bounding through the door and down to the pool.

In their parents room a similar but more mature conversation was taking place.

“Are you sure you packed the right speedos?” Dave asked Marie.

“Of course,” his wife answered, “The new pink ones, right?”

“Yeah, it’s just that they’re feeling pretty tight!”

Dave pulled the tiny bit of fabric out of his hairy crack.

“Are these even decent?”

Marie turned to face her husband. She smiled and gave him a loving slap on the arse.

“They look fine to me, Bearo.”

Dave smiled and gave his wife a quick kiss.

“I always look good to you! But what about everyone else? I’m not sure all the other guests are going to appreciate me in the same way you do!”

“If you’re really bothered then I’ll get you some new ones from the shop downstairs, but honestly darling they look fine.”



Michael was the last of the family to arrive at the poolside. Jackey was splayed comfortably out on a sunbed, tanning his protruding flabby front; in his comfortable board shorts. Michael gave him a look of disgust and turned to his parents.

“Look at me!” He said.

“What is it? You look fine!” His Mum responded without actually turning to look at him.

“No, look at me! Jakey stole my board shorts!”

“Not you as well,” his Mum mumbled, as she opened her eyes and turned to assess him.

Michael had one hand stuffed down the front of the tight blue swimwear in an attempt to desperately loosen them and give himself some relief from the abdominal pain that they were clearly causing him. His fat belly stuck at least three inches out over the restrictive waistband and he was clearly having to suck his stomach in, in order to minimise the pain. He did a type of catwalk turn so that his mother could see most of his fat white arse hanging out over the back.

“Jakey? Did you take your brother’s swim shorts? These one’s clearly don’t fit him.”

“No,” was all that Jakey said.

“Liar!” Michael yelled at him.

“Now boys, let’s not cause a scene. They don’t look so bad, Michael, and anyway you’ve got a lovely bum. Think of all the girls you might attract!”

Jakey sniggered.

“Mum! We’ve spoken about this! Stop saying things like that. It’s not right.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to embarrass you. I’m sure it’s just a phase that you’ll get over.”

Michael rolled his eyes and looked pleadingly at his mother.

“Okay,” she said, “You’re Dad is in the shop right now buying himself some new budgie smugglers. If you go straight there you might catch him.”

Michael turned and waddled off towards the shop without saying anything else, fat bare arse cheeks already reddening in the hot morning sun. Maire turned to her youngest; “And you can stop laughing, kiddo, that was clearly your fault. You know how sensitive your brother is about his looks.”

“Am I good looking, Mum?”

“You’re my delicious little podgy ball boy.” Jakey knew how to get on the right side of his mother.



Half an hour later and all of the family, in well-fitting swimwear, were sunning themselves by the pool. A waiter came by and Dave ordered five large cool local lagers. Pete ordered for himself.

“Damn it’s hot!” Dave complained as he took a huge swig of his beer, downing half a plastic cup full in one go.

Pete looked knowingly at April: “It’s going to get up to 42 today, and it may even be 46 by the end of the week,” he said.

“What a scorcher!” Marie said, mopping the sweat off her perspiring brow.

“Who wants to go for a swim?” Jakey asked, rising from his sunbed, the front of his ball shaped belly and puffy chest clearly burned bright red.

“Wooh! You need to use suncream! How many times have we told you!?” Dave reprimanded his son.

Jakey protested that he hadn’t been out of the UK since he was eleven, but knew from the pain that he was already feeling that he had made a mistake.

“Put some sunscreen on your brother, please,” Marie said.

Michael sighed as his rotund younger brother sat down in front of him. Michael took the sun cream and poured a very generous amount onto his hands before reaching around the sides of his brother’s muffin top and began to rub the cooling cream into his stuffed belly.

As he was doing this he spotted a slightly chubby blonde boy of about his own age walking along the far side of the pool. The boy, who was late teens or early twenties, had piercing blue eyes, and strolled with purpose towards the edge of the pool. He stood with his toes overhanging the edge by just the same amount that his little starter belly overhung his yellow swim shorts. He turned and waved to what must have been his mother and yelled; “Hej mamma! Kolla på detta!” Before diving graciously into the cool water.

Michael watched with intent waiting for him to resurface. When he finally did come back up the cute blonde boy swept back his now soaking wet hair and rubbed his eyes, before turning to gain the plaudits of his Mamma, who wasn’t paying him any attention.

“What language was that?” Michael asked.

“Eh?” April replied.

“What that guy just shouted, what language was that?”

“Swedish,” Pete replied. April gave him a very impressive smile.

“Clever clogs!” Dave retorted, frustrated that he couldn’t answer his own son’s query.

The Swedish boy looked over at the fat British family burning in the sun, clearly something had alerted him to the fact that they were talking about him. He made eye contact with Michael who quickly looked down, feeling ashamed that he had been caught staring.

Unfortunately for Michael only more shame was forthcoming as he looked down the back of his Jakey’s loose red board shorts and unconsciously stared deep down into his younger brother’s hugely soft and ever widening arse crack. It was at this point, with his creamy hands gently cupping Jakey’s sticky-out fat-laden moobs, that he realised that he had a boner. He let go of his brother’s breasts in shock and pushed Jakey hard in the back.

Jakey yelled, “Oi!” and stood up quickly, causing his bright red belly to jiggle.

He turned around to face his brother and was about to say: “What was that for?” when he noticed the obvious outline of the bulging penis in Michael’s new fitting board shorts.

He yelled, “What the fuck? I knew you were gay!”

Michael's face was as red as Jakey’s belly and the whole family turned and stared at his embarrassment. He could have died right there and then, only he noticed the Swedish boy in the pool looking over at him; he was smiling and giggling and gave Michael a friendly wave and wink. Michael waved back with his left hand, as his right hand was placed strategically over his crotch.

“I told you he wouldn’t grow out of it,” Dave said to his wife.

Marie suggested that they all go and get changed. Jakey had already had too much sun. And it was almost time for lunch.